Another Thanksgiving has come and gone. The traditional Thanksgiving meal is probably my least favorite holiday meal. Turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, it just bores me. This must be why I got the opportunity to have two Thanksgiving meals this year.
Thanksgiving Thursday I spent with some friends and their family. A mostly traditional meal was served which included some extras from the ethnic backgrounds of those present to spice things up a bit. In addition to the usual meal we also had spanakopita and some curried cauliflower. Yeah!
On Sunday, my second meal was completely traditional, but was spent with family. I have an aunt and uncle that live here in town. Their son moved from Arizona to New York about a year or so before I got here. He is the cousin that is closest in age to me, but we only lived near each other for about five years or so when growing up. In recent years our visits home never seemed to put us in the same state at the same time. It had been about 20 years since I last saw him and this was the first time I got to meet his now teen-aged son. Wow how time flies.
Earlier this week I read an essay by Michael Chabon that was published in the October 2012 issue of Bon Appetit. Like the author I have bounced around celebrating Thanksgiving in many different homes over the years. While I have yet to spend the holiday in an old hunting lodge I am thankful for all of the families that have invited me into their homes since I left my own over twenty years ago.
I hope you all had a happy Thanksgiving.
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